Two Trees
Written for two blokes in tree costumes (I know I'm a one-trick pony!)
INTRO: TWO TREES ARE STANDING IN A FOREST.
THEY'RE PROBABLY OAK TREES OR SOMETHING. ONE CALLED BOB, ONE CALLED FRANK.
FRANK:
When's the warm-up act on then Bob?
BOB:
You what?
FRANK:
The warm up act? We been standing here ages.
BOB:
What are you talking about Frank?
FRANK:
I can't see anything. Who's on stage?
BOB:
Frank, no-ones going on stage. We're in a forest.
FRANK:
Oh.
FRANK MULLS THIS OVER
FRANK:
So… why we standing here then?
BOB:
We're trees Frank. Standing round in forests is what we do.
FRANK:
Oh.
FRANK MULLS THIS OVER
FRANK:
You mean, everyone's standing around here….. for nothing?
BOB:
What did you think we were doing Frank?
FRANK:
Well, I dunno. It just seems a bit of a waste of time to be waiting here for no reason?
BOB:
Frank, we're not waiting – we're tree's, we haven't got any feet. We can't go anywhere if we wanted to.
FRANK LOOKS AROUND AT ALL THE OTHER TREES AND THEN DOWN AT HIS TRUNK
FRANK:
Well I'd never noticed that.
BOB & FRANK STAND IN SILENCE FOR A BIT OF PONDERING
FRANK:
Fancy going down the pub then?
BOB (slightly impatient):
Frank. No legs! Remember?
FRANK:
I know, but I thought just a quick one?
BOB SHAKES HIS HEAD IN DESPAIR AT FRANK
FRANK:
I might have a kip then…
FRANK WOBBLES LEFT AND RIGHT A BIT AND EVENTUALLY FALLS ONTO HIS SIDE.
AFTER A BRIEF PAUSE…
FRANK:
Bob….Bob….. I think I'm stuck Bob.